Lite Brite
Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets
Or in the mirror, I disappear staring back at my lifeless gaze reflected, shrouded deep beneath the beer
At the party, always tardy, hardly knowing anybody wanting to remember even being here
Doing the same shit, different day, 2nd shift, getting paid, to pay bills in this makeshift life they've made
But I just do the same and complain about no change every day, until I get home and go to bed on
Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets
Or in the smile spread for miles across my face laced heavily in years of struggle muscle memory ache
The pain painted painstakingly mistaken daily taken as just another hunky-dory day
But it's okay, is what I'd say if you even cared to ask me what's behind the mask see I swear you'd gasp
At the type of real shit I'd say, would you see me the same way, but until that day I'll be wide awake on
Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets
But then I fall asleep, but then I fall asleep
But then I fall asleep, but then I fall asleep
Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets
(Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen)
But then I dream, but then I dream
(I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three)
But then I dream, but then I dream
(If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep)
But then I dream, but then I dream
(Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets)
But then I dream, but then I dream
(Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three)
But then I dream
(If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets)
But then I dream
(Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets)
But then I wake up
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets
Or in the mirror, I disappear staring back at my lifeless gaze reflected, shrouded deep beneath the beer
At the party, always tardy, hardly knowing anybody wanting to remember even being here
Doing the same shit, different day, 2nd shift, getting paid, to pay bills in this makeshift life they've made
But I just do the same and complain about no change every day, until I get home and go to bed on
Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets
Or in the smile spread for miles across my face laced heavily in years of struggle muscle memory ache
The pain painted painstakingly mistaken daily taken as just another hunky-dory day
But it's okay, is what I'd say if you even cared to ask me what's behind the mask see I swear you'd gasp
At the type of real shit I'd say, would you see me the same way, but until that day I'll be wide awake on
Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets
But then I fall asleep, but then I fall asleep
But then I fall asleep, but then I fall asleep
Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets
(Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen)
But then I dream, but then I dream
(I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three)
But then I dream, but then I dream
(If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep)
But then I dream, but then I dream
(Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets)
But then I dream, but then I dream
(Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three)
But then I dream
(If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets)
But then I dream
(Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting sheep gets me caught in the forgotten side of me that's quietly hiding deep beneath my sheets)
But then I wake up
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Writer(s): Jacob Brauner
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